Eloise

There's something a bit ominous about this place. Club Sin.

"You're sure this is the address?" The driver squints out of his window. "Not much back here in these parts."

Good to see we're both seeing this sight with our eyes correctly. Taking in Jake's message once more, I slowly nod. Even if I'm getting these weird vibes, I promised him I'd meet him here.

Paying the man before leaving the vehicle, goosebumps prickle up against my skin from the cool late-night air.

Entering the building, it's rather quiet. As the doors slide closed behind me, I find myself standing in a small lobby. Reminds me of a hotel somewhat. Not like a club at all.

Behind a counter, a few people turn to look my way. One woman is the first to stand, beckoning me to come over. Her lips are painted red, curving as I hesitantly do as I'm told.

"Do you have a reservation?" Her head tilts at my silence. "You must if you've come alone. Please, what is your name?"

"Um, Eloise Tanner?" Not sure if I should give Jake's or not, the woman gives me a welcoming smile as she plays around with her computer.

Reservations? What have I gotten myself into?

"Ah, yes. Here you are." She turns and fetches a key and a safety deposit box below. "Your phone, please."

What kind of place doesn't allow me to carry my phone on me? My expression must give my thoughts away.

"At Club Sin, privacy and the safety of our members is our number one priority. If you are expecting an important call, or need us to mark down any emergency contacts, I am happy to file down such names." She's patient and collected, waiting for me to give up the device.

I leave Jake's name and number, just in case something comes up. For a moment, I debate on leaving Nicolas and Rhett's. With hesitance, I scrabble them down.

She takes in my handwriting and lifts her gaze for only a moment before her smile grows. "Your device will be safe with us."

With no other choice, I nod and place my phone in the deposit box marked 120.

"Wonderful. Thank you for your cooperation." Putting the box back where it belongs, she moves around the others to meet my side. "Please, follow me."

Her heels click with every step and she's fast. I almost stumble keeping up with her.

The hostess starts listing off rules, flowing each off from memory alone. Throwing a glance over her shoulder to make sure she hasn't left me behind, her stained lips curl at my confusion.

"This must be your first visit. Please, ask questions if you have any."

I don't want to sound ignorant, but the only question on my mind is wondering what this place is.

I just shake my head, my cheeks hot. Despite not asking, I get my answer soon enough.

Walking down a hall with more doors to count, some of the doors are open. Moans flow into the hallway and I make the mistake of looking.

Slowing to a stop, I'm shocked to see this room has a single woman surrounded by four men. Shamelessly, there isn't an inch of her skin that isn't covered by hands.

"Feel free to watch if you'd like, Miss Tanner." The hostess hums as she turns toward me. "Some couples enjoy having an audience. There's seating inside. I can warn your company if you'd like."

My heart thumps at the offer. Between watching the way the woman inside curls as a gasp is ripped from her lips to this unspoken sense of jealousy forming at the pit of my stomach, I'm quick to turn away.

This is a sex club. Now I'm starting to understand a bit more. Jake didn't think explaining this detail would be somewhat important?

Not like it would've changed my decision in coming. If I'd known he wanted to go to a place like this, I could've done a little more with my appearance. Dressed up a little bit.

Made myself sexier and more appealing.

"We can keep moving." Leaving the sounds of pleasure behind, I get a shiver as we continue our path. Reaching the door marked 120, she unlocks the door.

"We hope you enjoy your stay at Club Sin, Miss Tanner." Leaving me with the key, she abandons my side to return to her post.

Entering the room with a held breath, silence engulfs me as the door shuts.

While I'm all about experiencing new things, this is a bit much. I need a moment to settle after getting such an eyeful.

Jake's not here yet as the hostess confirmed earlier. I can't call to scold him, not without my phone. All I have to do to pass the time while I wait is to take in this room.

The bed against the wall looks welcoming. As I run my fingers across the silk, my toes curl. I'm sure against my bare skin, this fabric will feel incredible.

For only a moment, I take a seat. Now that I know we're not going to be consumed by a night of dancing, I get comfortable by kicking off my shoes.

The room must be soundproofed when the door is shut. All I can hear are my breaths.

Against the walls are shelves with toys and drawers with trinkets. Now this is fitting for such a room.

What doesn't make sense is the table in the middle of the room, its surface glowing beneath the lights above. Like a centerpiece, it draws my attention next.

Growing more and more confused, I approach the table. Stainless steel, brand new without a single scratch. Looks almost identical to one of the preparation tables in the bakery. Upon closer inspection, I grow more confident that this is the same model.

The surface is cool beneath my fingers as I lightly touch the metal.

Hearing the door open, I jerk around with the expectation of seeing Jake.

While my expectations are met, I'm surprised to see he isn't alone. No, he has Rhett and Nicolas with him.

Oh my god.What is happening? Why are the three of them together?

Questions start forming, too many of them to address at once. Then reality hits me all at once and it feels like a punch to the gut.

They want me to choose.

I pushed my luck with Rhett and threw him in the mix. This is what I get for being greedy. To think all three of them would've been alright with me moving between them without making up my mind.

How silly of me.

As the door shuts behind them, I try to take a step back and bump into the table.

Struggling to use my voice, my words come out in a cluster. "If this is your way of making me pick–"

I'm not ready to face this dilemma, especially not in front of all three of them. I still need to decide.

I'm not ready to say goodbye to two of them.

Jake's the first one to approach. Reaching the table, he sets down the bags in his hand and captures my chin. Without a word, he's pressing his mouth against mine. Like a starved man, he licks deep into my mouth and consumes my gasp.

I don't know how Rhett or Nicolas is reacting, not when Jake is making it impossible to take in anything that isn't him.

How am I supposed to take on this panic when he's so demanding, capturing my lip between his teeth? His probing tongue is demanding my attention, refusing to allow me to voice any more of my worries.

My pulse thumps as he plunges his fingers into my hair. Pulling my head back, he looks down at me unblinking as he leaves me panting.

"What if you didn't have to choose?" Running his tongue across his lips, he's suddenly so serious. "What if we want to share?"

I must be growing delirious. There's no way those words came out of his mouth. Share with all three of them?

My mind goes back to the room I accidentally looked into. The jealousy I felt for the woman, the want to be in her place. Rather than with four men, I wanted these three to appreciate my body like they had hers.

Without getting a response from me, he lifts my body without another word and sits me down on the table. The metal brings goosebumps across my skin. Caressing my cheek, I have the visibility to take in the other two men.

Rhett looks like he's just left the office. Sleeves rolled up his forearms, he's lacking his tie. Two buttons below his throat are undone. His cool stare is pointed directly at me. Calm and patient, he waits from afar.

Nicolas looks just as undone with a lack of patience. From the way he moves his weight from one foot to the other, there's only so long before he moves.

"Eloise." Repeating my name, Jake draws my attention back to him. "This was my idea, so I get to call first dibs. If you don't want the three of us to appreciate you as you deserve, then those two are going to sit back and wish they were in my spot."

Getting a shiver, I struggle to think.

"If you want one of them to join, or both, all you have to do is say the word." For a brisk moment, his cheeky grin is back. Proud of himself, he grazes his thumb against my lip. "Or, if this is all too much, we'll take you home." Leaning forward, his lips graze my forehead. "Whatever you want."

Whatever I want. Three sets of hands touching however they please, three men to satisfy. Can I keep up with them?

"What if I disappoint?"

Nicolas is the one to scoff. "You know that won't happen. You could never disappoint us."

There's a promising tone to his voice, strong enough to the point where I want to believe him.

"I want…" Swallowing thickly, heat crawls up my throat. "All this time, I've wanted all three of you. I never wanted to pick. I never…"

Confessing feelings is hard. Especially when my heart is so full of the love I feel for all three. Maybe at the beginning, I could've placed it as lust.

The thought of any of these men leaving my side makes my heart feel like it's cracking into a thousand pieces. Only love can create such pain.

When I struggle with my words, I'm thankful for Nicolas coming to my rescue. Despite Jake's huff of waiting his turn, Nic wastes no time pulling me into another scorching kiss.

Resting his forehead against mine, he sighs. "We've got a surprise for you. If you're up for it."

As if this wasn't already a surprise. Nodding my head, I watch him pull away and grab the bag. Inside, I sputter at the contents.

"These two have told me that they've been taking care of your cravings," Jake explains, making me squirm. "Seeing as I've yet to involve sweets, I thought I might change that."

Whipped cream, sprinkles, chocolate chips, the list goes on. The weight of this bag is laughable. I can't tell if they rummaged through my bakery or paid a hefty bill at the local grocery store.

Lifting my gaze, Rhett is the only one to have stayed by the door. His stare is as intense as always. He rests against the wall with his arms crossed.

Toes curling, I hug the bag to my chest. "You're sure you want me?"

This past week with the CEO has been beyond incredible. More than I could ever ask for. On the days I'm feeling pent up, he's the one I can turn to by the end of the day. His demanding nature is a new experience, one I rather like.

Always been in the background, he's always watching. Even now, that's what it feels like.

Nicolas and Jake are more open about how much they want me, Rhett is the opposite.

"I want you," Rhett confirms my suspicions with a scowl. "They think I'll try to steal you away. Not to say they're wrong, but I'm letting them ease you into this. When you're ready for me, just say the word."

There's a fluttering happening in my stomach. Are these butterflies? I don't get these sort of tingles often and it's a shame. What a pleasant feeling. It's one I could get used to.

Nodding my head, Jake squeezes my hand.

"So, what do you say? Are you up to trying something new?" Taking the bag away from me, he grabs my attention next. "We all care for you, Eloise. I'd never hurt you and I'd kick these guys' asses if they tried."

The others snort in the room, making my smile grow. I've fantasized about this scenario in my head plenty of times before. Sure, it wasn't in some kind of sex club, and there wasn't a metal table involved, but it's a fantasy worth making real.

Nodding my head, both men at my side sigh in relief. We're on the same page here.

Nicolas plucks my shirt off, his touch light. Jake makes my pants and underwear disappear. In a minute, I'm bare to the three of them.

They've all seen me like this, yet, this is different. It's like having my own personal audience. Or, better, like a raw steak thrown to three starving dogs.

That's how I'm being looked at right now. The hunger in their eyes is enough to make my tongue swell.

"Aren't you guys going to get undressed?" My nerves are poking through and I stir against the table.

"Do you know anyone who eats a meal naked?" Rhett scoffs under his breath. His chest swells with every inhale. One look at the man and there's no denying the way my appearance affects him. Even if his face is blank, his cock presses against his slacks.

Jake empties the contents of the bag onto the table. The whipped cream clangs against the metal while other cylinders risk rolling off. Doesn't matter, there's no way we can use everything here.

"Wait, you guys aren't going to make me eat all this stuff, are you?" Bad time to laugh, but I sputter anyway. I kind of figured that's what they intended, but there is no way I planned on getting a stomach ache here.

Nicolas snatches the whipped cream and peels off the hard plastic. With a shake, his chuckle sends a chill down my spine and makes my sex clench.

"We're the ones starving here. Jake thought it would be funny to bring the table in here." Shooting the younger male a look, he fights a smile. "He thought you'd get a kick out of becoming the sweetest dessert."

Oh. Well then, that makes plenty more sense.

At this point, I'm ready to go along with whatever they want. Whatever it takes to get their hands on me.

Going along with their plan, I turn around and take claim of the middle of the table. Laying flat, I hiss as my body makes contact. I don't have long to relish this strange experience, not when the hiss of the whipped cream is pointed at me.

This is going to be messy.

Hitting my breasts first, Nicolas sprays circles across them. My nipples tingle as he makes sure those get covered. Any area they'd want to taste, the creaming topping hits. When the can sputters and spits, he immediately snatches up a second can.

"Make sure to coat her pussy. I want to lick her clean." Jake grabs a container of sprinkles and spreads them across the white fluff. Whatever doesn't hit my body crashes against the surface down below.

Without thinking, my thighs clamp close at the promise of his tongue being anywhere near my growing arousal. Not a moment later, Nicolas is prying them apart.

"We could turn you into a cream puff if you'd like. I bet I could fill you up with an entire can." Contemplating his options, I hiss as he hits my sex with the cool spray. "You could be our cream puff, Eloise."

The smell of rich chocolate hits my senses and Jake's sound chocolate syrup. I don't know if I want to laugh at these two or beg them to get started.

They're having far too much fun. The smiles on their lips give them away.

Chocolate hits my throat and then my chin before my lips. Tastes as rich as it smells. A groan manifests in the back of my throat as the sweetness hits my tongue.

"Whoops. Sorry about that." Jake grins as he sets the bottle down. As if to correct his mistake, he turns my face and leans in. Without warning, his tongue swipes across my chin. Before I can catch up with his movement, he's licking my lips next before drawing me into a heated kiss.

It's hard to focus when he's licking and sucking at my tongue. If he's trying to erase any trace of chocolate, then he's failing miserably.

Something hits the floor with a thunk and my body jerks when teeth graze one of my nipples. Nic has decided he's wanted a taste as well.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my chin back as Jake targets my throat next. Cleaning up his mess, the lower he goes, the sooner I lose track of whose tongue is whose. They lap and suck at my skin.

Over and over, I'm hit with a jolt of chills. I'm tingly everywhere and the heat between my thighs is growing to be too much. Whatever cream is on my pussy is only going to melt into a liquid at this rate.

As my body is suddenly tugged toward the edge of the table, my eyes flutter back open.

"I won't waste an ounce of this cream," Jake promises as he flattens his hands against my thighs. Peering down, he curses and beckons Nicolas to take in his work. "She's fucking soaked, man."

Once they're both looking, I'm left fighting the urge to squirm. Feeling so exposed, my body arches when Nicolas swipes a finger along my slit before plunging it between his lips.

"You sure I can't be the one to lick her clean?" Nicolas licks his slick finger.

"I called it first." Dropping to his knees, Jake groans when he inhales the slick mixture. "This is all mine."

I don't have the strength to laugh, not when Jake wastes no time slipping his tongue between my folds. Hardly even brushes my clit, he's too busy pushing his way past my walls.

Deeper and deeper, he licks. Even though I know for a fact there is nothing inside, Jake acts like I'm stuffed full. When my hips jerk, he presses me flat against the table.

Nicolas stands tall, licking his lips as he takes in the view. Like a form of entertainment, a grin remains.

"Now this is a view." He drags his eyes lower, watching Jake lick me clean. After a moment, he curses under his breath when I whimper. Reaching out to grab my hand, he presses my palm against his erection. Harder than rock, heat soaks against my palm. "Look what you're doing to me, to us, Eloise."

As if I need to be punished for turning them all on, he plants a hand between my thighs. If I thought Jake's tongue was tantalizing, Nicolas' fingers against my clit are far worse.

No matter how much I try to jerk, it doesn't matter. The grip on my hips is secure.

Crying out, I look to the only man who has yet to touch me. The one who has been watching this entire time, waiting.

"Rhett." Whining his name, I moan as Jake's tongue delves deeper. Reaching out for the man, my voice gives out with a croak.

More. More.

I need it. I need them. All three of them.

"About fucking time." He wastes no time erasing the space between the wall and the table. "You're a mess, Eloise. You should see yourself. These two are just making it worse."

I don't have time to think about how I look. Reaching out for him, I get chocolate on his shirt. Without a hint of regret, I yank at the fabric until it untucks from his belt.

Grabbing my face, he bruises my swollen lips with another kiss. Swallowing down my moans, he squeezes my breast with his free hand. Roughly, just the way I like. My nipple stings when he pinches it next. Pulling back, his eyes meet mine.

"Come." It's an order, one I have no choice but to do so.

As Nicolas puts more attention on my clit, I'm left overstimulated. Clenching around Jake's tongue, I can't do anything but cry out as my orgasm comes crashing down like a heavy wave.

"Oh my god." Hissing out the words, my thighs tremble and my body shakes. Like I'm being possessed here, I'm left destroyed by a single release.

Rhett kisses the spot behind my ear, rumbling with approval. "Good girl."

Jake takes his sweet time lapping up my juices before he rises to his feet. His cheeks flush and with a wild look in his eye, he pulls at his shirt.

If I thought these men were starving before, nothing compares to the hunger behind their gaze now.

This was nothing but an appetizer.

Next is the main course.